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 Estonia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ohio Players to the crunk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Fear,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Can,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.