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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Anakelly,
Gong,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.