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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Nas,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.