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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.