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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.