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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.