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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.