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 Tonga and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.