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 Ghana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Ponytail to the rap 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Can,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.