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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.