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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.