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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.