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 United States and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.