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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Move to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.