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 Barbados and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Television,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.