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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Index,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.