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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Alarm Clocks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.