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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.