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 Malawi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 The Grass Roots to the dance 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.