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 Belarus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Selecter to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.