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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Magma to the jazz 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.