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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.