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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.