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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.