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 Argentina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.