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 Iraq and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.