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 Liberia and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.