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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 The Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
UT,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.