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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
June Days,
the Human League,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.