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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.