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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Q65,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.