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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 clarinet 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 Scientists to the punk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.