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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.