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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese 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?
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.