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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
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.