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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gun Club to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.