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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Subhumans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.