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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.