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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Five Americans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.