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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 rhodes 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.