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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
John Cale,
Smog,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.