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 Somalia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Fear to the electroclash 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Nico,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.