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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 güiro 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 Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.