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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.