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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.