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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Nas,
UT,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.