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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Enemy to the crunk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
X-102,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.