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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Hot Snakes to the dance 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.