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 Gambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Pagans to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.