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 Greece and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.