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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Skatalites to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.