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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 The American Breed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.