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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Lower 48 to the funk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.