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 Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.