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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 oboe 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.