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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.