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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 The Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
June Days,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.