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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.