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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics 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?
David McCallum,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.