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 Angola and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.