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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Q65 to the disco 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.