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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Can,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Magma,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.