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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 linndrum 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.