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 Germany 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.