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 Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Shoche to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.