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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.