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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Average White Band to the disco 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.