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 Georgia and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.