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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.