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 Algeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Ossler,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.