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 Nauru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.