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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.