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 Israel 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.