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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Make Up to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.