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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.