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 Liberia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.