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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.