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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.