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 Liberia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.