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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
June Days,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.