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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.