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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.