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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.