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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead C to the disco 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.