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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.