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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.