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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.