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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
CMW,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.