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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.