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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.