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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.