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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
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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.