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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 808 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 The Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Swans,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.