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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kinks to the dance 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.