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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 David Axelrod 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Monks,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.