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 Ghana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.