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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.