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 Nepal and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.