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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic 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 Flipper to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.