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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Television,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.