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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
The Slits,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.