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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
CMW,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.