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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Gang Green to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.