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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Harry Pussy to the funk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.