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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Half Japanese to the crunk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.