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 Burkina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.