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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.