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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Amon Düül II to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.