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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.