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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Wire to the grime 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.