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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.