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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vainqueur to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.