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 Palau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.