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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 ABC to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.