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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Franke,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.