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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
The Monks,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.