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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.