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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 John Holt to the crunk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.