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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Todd Rundgren 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.