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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the rap 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.