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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
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Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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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.