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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.