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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 The Associates to the crunk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.