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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.