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 Yemen and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Human League to the electroclash 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.