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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Flash Fearless to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.