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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.