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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.