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 Nepal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.