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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Outsiders to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.