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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.