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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.