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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.