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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Pole,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.