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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.