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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Japan,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.