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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the rap 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.