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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Roxette,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.