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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.