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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
MDC,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.