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 Austria 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.