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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the disco 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.