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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.