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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.