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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Pole,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.