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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A 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 grime 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.