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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Can,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.