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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 organ 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.