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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.