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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.