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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the crunk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.