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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.