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 Sweden and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Connie Case to the rock 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
New Order,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.