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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
the Association,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.