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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Lyres,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.