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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 The Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
MC5,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.