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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Lower 48,
CMW,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.