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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.