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 Samoa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 The Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.