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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 The Grass Roots to the grime 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.