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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.