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 Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.