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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Funkadelic to the punk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.