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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.