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 Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.