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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
AZ,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.