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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Fortunes to the crunk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.