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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.