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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.