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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Malaria! to the electroclash 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.