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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Henry Cow to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.