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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.