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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Dorothy Ashby 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.