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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.