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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.