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 Mali and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.