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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.