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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Technova,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.