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 Namibia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Josef K,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.