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 Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.