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 Austria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Dual Sessions to the techno 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.