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 Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.