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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.