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 Somalia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.