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 Benin and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Nas,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.