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 Belize and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.