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 Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.