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 Switzerland 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Zeros to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.