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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.