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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.