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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
AZ,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.