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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.