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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.