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 Lesotho and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.