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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
ABBA,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.