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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.