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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.