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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Technova,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.