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 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.