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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.