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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.