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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.