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 Lebanon and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.