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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.