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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
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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.