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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.