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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Order. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.