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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.