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 Benin and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the crunk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.