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 Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.