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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.