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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.