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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.