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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.