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 Croatia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Goldenarms to the grime 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.