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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.