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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.