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 Austria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.