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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.