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 Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.