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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
PIL,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.