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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.