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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.