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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.