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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Wire,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.