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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
The Monks,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.