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 India and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Lalann,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.