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 Niger and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 The Red Krayola to the rap 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.