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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.