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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.