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 Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the crunk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Ituana,
June Days,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.