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 Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.