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 the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Funkadelic to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.