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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.