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 Vietnam and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 X-101 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
DNA,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.