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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.