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 Burkina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.