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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.