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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the grime 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
MC5,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.