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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.