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 Romania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 The Mummies to the punk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.