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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.