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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gong to the punk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.