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 Maldives 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.