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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
JFA,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Make Up,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.