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 Japan 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.