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 Peru and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.