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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.