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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Index,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.