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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Suicide to the crunk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.