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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Moby Grape 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Q65,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
AZ,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.