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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.