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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.