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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
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.