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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.