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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.