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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pere Ubu to the punk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.