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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 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?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.