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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.