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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Inner City 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.