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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 The Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.