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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.