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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.