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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the dance 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.