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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the electroclash 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.