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 Canada and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.