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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Al Stewart to the techno 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Mantronix,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.