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 Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.