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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Sight & Sound to the punk 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Television,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.