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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.