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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.