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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.