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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the disco 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.