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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.