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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 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 The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.