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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.