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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 The Zeros 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
DJ Style,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.