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 Jordan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.