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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.