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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 48th St. Collective 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.