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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 marimba and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.