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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.