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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Ken Boothe to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.