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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 The Move to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.