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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Franke,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.