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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monolake to the grime 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Technova 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 grime 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.