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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Faust,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.