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 Israel and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
June of 44,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.