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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.