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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.