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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Delta 5 to the crunk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Newcleus,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.