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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Deepchord to the crunk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
June Days,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.