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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.