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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.