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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.