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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.