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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
The Residents,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.