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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.