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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.