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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Japan,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.