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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.