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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.