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 Albania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 China Crisis 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.