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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Flipper to the jazz 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
CMW,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.