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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 The Standells to the grunge 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.