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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Trumans Water to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.