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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Organ 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.