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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Black Flag to the disco 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.