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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.