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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 The Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.