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 Benin and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.