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 the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Görl 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Motorama,
The Busters,
UT,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
the Association,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.