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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Fugazi to the electroclash 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.