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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.