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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
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Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.