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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.