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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.