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 Congo and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.