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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.