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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the rock 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.