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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.