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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.