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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Velvet Underground to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Television,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.