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 Nauru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.