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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.