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 Hungary and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
UT,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.