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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.