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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the rock 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
New Order,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.