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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Red Krayola to the funk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.