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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Japan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.