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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.