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 Marshall Islands 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.