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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.