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 Gambia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.