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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Organ,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.