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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 KRS-One to the jazz 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.