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 Ukraine 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 This Heat to the electroclash 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.