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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.