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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.