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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.