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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
the Germs,
The Gories,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.