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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
10cc,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.