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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Amazonics to the punk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico 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?
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.