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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.