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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 The Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.