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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.