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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.