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 Suriname and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the jazz 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.