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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.