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 China and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 The J.B.'s to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.