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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.