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 Ireland 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
The Busters,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.