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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack 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?
Q and Not U,
Q65,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.