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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.