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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
ABC,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.