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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Lalann,
Nas,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.