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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.