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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Visage,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.