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 Angola and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Quando Quango 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.