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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the rock 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.