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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 The Grass Roots to the punk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.