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 East Timor and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.