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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.