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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Lyres,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.