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 Barbados 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the crunk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.