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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Zapp,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.