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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the jazz 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.