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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Organ,
Chrome,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.