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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Pole,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.