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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.