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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wally Richardson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.