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 Laos and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.