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 Mozambique and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Mars to the grunge 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.