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 Korea South and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Kenny Larkin 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Monks,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.