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 Belize and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 the Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.