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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.