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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Ohio Players to the techno 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Jandek,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.