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 Kiribati and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.