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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Charles Mingus to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
X-102,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.