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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Wings,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.