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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.