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 Cyprus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 LL Cool J to the rap 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.