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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.