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 Portugal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Symarip 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 crunk 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Mars,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.