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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the jazz 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.