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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the rock 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.