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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.