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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 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?
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.