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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Swans to the grunge 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.