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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Invisible to the grunge 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.