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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Wire,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.