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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s 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 Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Fear,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.