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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Can,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.