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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 John Foxx to the electroclash 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.