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 Romania and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.