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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.