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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Order to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.