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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.