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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.