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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Nico,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.