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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Avey Tare 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.