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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.