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 Panama 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.