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 Peru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Organ,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Nico,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.