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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nils Olav to the jazz 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.