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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.