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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Loose Ends to the jazz 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.