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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.