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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Joey Negro to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Nico,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.