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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.