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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.