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 Samoa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 The Names 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
10cc,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.