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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.