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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.