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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gap Band to the funk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.