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 Belize 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.