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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.