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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.