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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.