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 India and from Bologna.
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 Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Ohio Players to the jazz 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.