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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
CMW,
ABC,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.