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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Ituana to the electroclash 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.