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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Human League to the disco 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.