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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.