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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wally Richardson to the punk 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.