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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.