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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.