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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.