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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Skatalites to the dance 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.