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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Index,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.