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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.