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 Solomon Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.