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 Indonesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
the Association,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.