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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.