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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.