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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.