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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Can 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.