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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Yaz to the rock 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
X-102,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.