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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.