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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 L. Decosne to the jazz 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.