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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.