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 Nauru and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Skaos to the crunk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Magma,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.