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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.