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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Skaos to the grime 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
The Index,
Smog,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.