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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Birthday Party to the electroclash 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.