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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 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 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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.