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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Camberwell Now to the dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Japan,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.