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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.