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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.