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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Jeff Lynne 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.