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 Mexico and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.