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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.