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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Can,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.