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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brass Construction to the punk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Franke,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.