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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the grime 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.