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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.