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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.