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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
DNA,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.