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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Brick,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
10cc,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.