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 Bahamas and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.