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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Ken Boothe to the techno 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.