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 Somalia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
cv313,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
DNA,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.