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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
ABC,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.