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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Don Cherry to the grime 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.