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 Uzbekistan 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.