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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.