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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.