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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.