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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Inner City to the rap 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Nico,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.