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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.