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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders 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?
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.