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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.