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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Wake,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.