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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.