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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.