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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.