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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.