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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
The Names,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.