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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.