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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Easy Going to the disco 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.