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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.