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 Singapore and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Monks,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.