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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.