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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.