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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Das Ding 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.