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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.