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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Colin Newman to the crunk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.