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 Zambia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.