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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the grunge 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Pole,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.