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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.