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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.