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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.