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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.