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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül 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?
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.