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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.