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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
PIL,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.