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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Arcadia to the punk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
The Litter,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.