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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
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 harpsichord 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.