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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
New Order,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.