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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
The Saints,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.