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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.