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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the rap 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.