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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.