Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.