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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Pulsallama to the funk 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.