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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.