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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.