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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gang of Four 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Television,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Skarface,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.