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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Wire,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.