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 Malawi and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics 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?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.