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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Wire,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.