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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Amazonics 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.